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Yeah, I almost got my ass beat tonight.
I went to the Wal-Mart in Vallejo tonight after Mass, not the normal Walmart that I frequent in Fairfield, closest to where I live. Which, by my Walmart standards, is a clean one. Not so much can be said for the Vallejo one. I call it the ghetto Walmart. Cause it is. Waaaay ghetto. Some of societies finest were there.
So, my friend and I were standing in the check out line to buy some paint and assorted junk food. I spot a display of $1 coloring books, for an animated mexican character named El Chavo. I laugh at little El Chavo, and ask my friend if she would like a $1 El Chavo coloring book, my treat. I found it very funny.
There are two large latina girls in line in front of us. One of them was wearing low-rise jeans and a short top. Her fat roll was hanging out for all the world to see. Ewww. I too, have a fat roll or two, and I keep mine under wraps, no need to subject anyone to that, you know?
I digress.
Ms. Short-Top spies El Chavo and squeals with delight. She grabs one and exclaims to her friend, "El Chavo! Oh my God!!! I so remember him from when I was little. I shoud get my dad one too, he'll love it. I still love to color......"
I am so very hard trying not to bust a gut at this point, because I find this fucking hilarious. Appearantly what I thought was some cheap generic character wasn't that at all. I hurt myself trying to keep this laughter in, cause Ms. Short-Top could have easily kicked my ass.
I went to the Wal-Mart in Vallejo tonight after Mass, not the normal Walmart that I frequent in Fairfield, closest to where I live. Which, by my Walmart standards, is a clean one. Not so much can be said for the Vallejo one. I call it the ghetto Walmart. Cause it is. Waaaay ghetto. Some of societies finest were there.
So, my friend and I were standing in the check out line to buy some paint and assorted junk food. I spot a display of $1 coloring books, for an animated mexican character named El Chavo. I laugh at little El Chavo, and ask my friend if she would like a $1 El Chavo coloring book, my treat. I found it very funny.
There are two large latina girls in line in front of us. One of them was wearing low-rise jeans and a short top. Her fat roll was hanging out for all the world to see. Ewww. I too, have a fat roll or two, and I keep mine under wraps, no need to subject anyone to that, you know?
I digress.
Ms. Short-Top spies El Chavo and squeals with delight. She grabs one and exclaims to her friend, "El Chavo! Oh my God!!! I so remember him from when I was little. I shoud get my dad one too, he'll love it. I still love to color......"
I am so very hard trying not to bust a gut at this point, because I find this fucking hilarious. Appearantly what I thought was some cheap generic character wasn't that at all. I hurt myself trying to keep this laughter in, cause Ms. Short-Top could have easily kicked my ass.
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